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The words lie heavy stones upon my tongue
Each syllable with hidden barbs is flung
He sits impassive eyes like frosted glass
My pleas for understanding seem to never pass
Did love not build a bridge across this space?
Or are we islands with a cold unyielding face?
"Why must it be so hard?" my spirit cries
A single tear betrays what pride denies

Her voice once music cuts like sharpened steel
Each accusation makes my senses real
The weight of blame descends a choking shroud
My own defenses rise both fierce and loud
Within my heart a doubt begins to creep
Can love survive a chasm wide and deep?
"I cannot hear" I think with burdened sigh
As all the tender days seem doomed to die

The silence stretches brittle fraught with pain
Like fragile threads against a pouring rain
We built this love on hopes and whispered dreams
Now every glance ignites resentment's gleams
The battle wages on no victors to be found
Each hurtful word inflicts another wound
Is this the end where love in ashes lies
Or can we find a path where healing tries?

Can broken vows be pieced back stitch by stitch?
Or did we stray too far from love's first hopeful?

Yet through the storm a flicker in the night
A whisper calls a stubborn guiding light
We turn and see the ruin we have wrought
The bitter taste of battles rashly fought

The path ahead lies shrouded yet it calls
Though scarred and stumbling love may mend these walls
For love's a labor never truly done
A constant choice each battle fought and won

Can broken vows be pieced back stitch by stitch?
Or did we stray too far from love's?

Yet through the storm a flicker in the night
A whisper calls a stubborn guiding light
We turn and see the ruin we have wrought
The bitter taste of battles rashly fought

Perhaps though scarred and stumbling love may mend these walls
For love's a labor never truly done
A constant choice each battle fought and won

Yet through the storm a flicker in the night
A whisper calls a stubborn guiding light
We turn and see the ruin we have wrought
The bitter taste of battles rashly fought

The path ahead lies shrouded yet

Yet through the storm a flicker in the night
A whisper calls a stubborn guiding light

Perhaps though scarred and stumbling love may mend these walls
For love's a labor never truly done
A constant choice each battle fought and won

Yet through the storm a flicker in the night
A whisper calls a stubborn guiding light
We turn and see the ruin we have wrought
The bitter taste of battles rashly fought

Perhaps if pride would yield its iron hold
A tender touch could mend this tale untold
The space between us shimmers ripe with choice
To walk away or find a trembling voice